Gazing into the Distance One Autumn Day
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my imaginary lover has already left in a hurry
windows stand open like eyelashes in this
autumn room
an overbearing man suns his body
out on the balcony
rippled repeatedly by a lukewarm breeze
like a plaza of crowding trees
that autocrat, King Desire
has prepared a magnificent celebration
for Himself
the vast silences infect one another
and in the midst of all this he sees, far off
in the distance,
the first tree set itself on fire . . .
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